Lord of the Mysteries

“France is great.” I had plans of politely complimenting his country, but perhaps because I’m used to lampooning, I almost blurt out: “Great at surrendering.”

“Cough…” I cough dryly and say no more, lest he finds Chinese-styled sense of humor unacceptable.

After chatting for a while, I point in the direction of the airport.

“Mr. Zaratulstra will take a few more hours before he arrives. Shall we head inside and have something to drink?”

“Wine?” Rosago looks at me.

“No. I mean coffee, tea, cola, and so on. Don’t drink and drive.” I’m surprised that his first reaction towards the suggestion is wine.

You’re a professional chauffeur!

Aren’t you a little too rash?

The foreigner, Rosago, clearly didn’t understand my humor. After thinking for a few seconds, he says, “Sorry, I woke up too early today and am still a little sleepy. I’ll be sleeping in the car for a while.”

“Okay.” I secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Although I’m not against social interactions, and I’m even willing to be on good terms with people from a partnered company, I still feel a little uncomfortable thinking about having to spend a few hours with a stranger I’m not familiar with.

Even if the other party were a beauty, this feeling wouldn’t be any less.

Yes, that’s the case for me. Perhaps he shares the same thoughts. That’s probably why he chose to sleep in the car.

Returning from the parking lot to the airport, I randomly find an empty seat and sit down, not putting what I said about drinking something into practice.

It all costs money!

Based on my understanding of CEO Huang, he’s quite generous. But at the same time, as the big boss, he wouldn’t pay attention to the reimbursements of a mere employee. These sorts of trivial matters are usually handled by the finance department that follows a particular procedure.

Therefore, if I waited until noon at the airport, I would definitely be able to claim the expenses for lunch, but I would have to bear the expenses for coffee, cola, tea, snacks, etc. Those are unnecessary expenses.

Of course, if I could get Comrade Rosago to join me for the meal, then I would be able to claim such expenses—client entertainment!

For this reason, when I invited him earlier, I was actually quite sincere. At least half of it was true.

After sitting for a while and using my phone, I suddenly realize a serious issue:

hadn’t had

had left in

feel my thirst and hunger, I decide to find

or get some random slice of

shop that looks like it sells local delights, I

phone buzzes as I approach the

Rosago. What’s the matter?” I glance

the

a thunderstorm. All flights are

Zaratulstra will switch to using

this fellow too unlucky… I’m amused yet

wait at the

time because the high-speed

take a maximum of 90 minutes from the airport to the municipal high-speed railway station. It takes less

longer. I’ll wait

I see the door to the ice cabinet push open. A small, fair, fat hand reaches in and picks up a Baxy-branded white peach oolong-flavored

see a

no clue regarding its gender. Sitting in a pram, its face is chubby and it cannot stop chirping.

ice cream? The parents are so irresponsible! I gaze up at

intention of stopping

they don’t abuse the child, all

one-year-old eat ice cream a form

child

phone, I consider the possibility that we have to rush over to the high-speed railway station at any time. I simply make a choice, getting some packaged pastries

as I find a place to sit down and quickly finish breakfast, Rosago

tickets for today’s high-speed railway have been sold out. Mr. Zaratulstra

good too. I can head back directly. I don’t have to wait

let’s head

we’ll come again tomorrow,” Rosago says immediately. “Come to the parking lot. I’ll send you back. I’m returning

I reply

not that I’m saving money and being greedy. After all, I can also claim

relations with the employees of

an additional order, it gives me another

I’ll get along with him

be quite awkward if two unfamiliar people were to get

talk about work. It’s only about an hour anyway… I